He reached down and took hold of the man's arm--took the rag out of his hand.

The man looked up.

There could be no mistake.

He was Henry Witherspoon.
"Don't you know me ?" DeGolyer asked.
The man snatched the rag and began again to scrub the floor.
DeGolyer took hold of his arm.

"Get up," he commanded, and the man obeyed as if frightened.
"Don't you know me ?" "No." "Don't you remember Hank ?" "I'm Hank," the man answered.
"No," said DeGolyer, with a sob, "you are Henry, and I am Hank." "No, Henry's dead--I'm Hank." He dropped on his knees again and began to scrub the floor.
Just then the proprietor came in.